This is a song about "Left"

I fucking hate this job

That left ya without hope

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Promises that had us left assured

Take away what ever's left

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

'till there's nothin' left.

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Never gotta wonder you're right, i left

I'm still confused about why you left

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

That was good shit, is there any left

The day before is better than the present

He was being a bully so i left

That happen to act like a black president